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Allison Whyte
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Scod:
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Oh, it's so funny to be seein' you after so long, girl,
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From the way you look, I understand why you're a TV star.
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You've been in heaps of plays and shows and stuff,
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And I hear you own a bar.
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Yon:
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I'm not gonna get...
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Yon and Gatesy:
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... too sentimental,
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Like those freaks on the Internet.
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Gatesy:
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But that many Logie voters can't be wrong,
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Scod:
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You're the best silver winner yet.
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Tripod:
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Allison,
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The conscience of the Frontline crew,
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Gatesy:
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Ohh...
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Tripod:
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Allison,
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Gatesy:
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Your aim is true.
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Tripod:
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Here I am,
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Watching you on my TV screen.
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You're the best in every scene,
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You are the queen,
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I can't (?).
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Well, I got a Whyte fever,
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Whyte fever.
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You know how to use it.
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I got a Whyte fever,
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Whyte fever.
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Try not to abuse it.
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Yon:
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Your power... the power you have over all Australian men.
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Scod:
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Oh, God!
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Scod:
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Allison Whyte,
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Allison Whyte,
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Allison Whyte,
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Allison Whyte.
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Gatesy:
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Allison Whyte,
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Calls Melbourne home.
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And she owns the Terminus.
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Gatesy:
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Is that that little pub in Abbotsford with the bingo nights?
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Yon and Scod:
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Yes!
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Gatesy:
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When she was unknown,
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She didn't ask for Hoover.
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Yon:
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Can we do that rhyme with Steven Berkoff and jerk-off?
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Scod:
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No!
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Yon and Gatesy:
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Well at night, she prayed for rain,
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Tripod:
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Doing Shakespeare in the open air.
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Ballerina babe,
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Now we see her face everywhere.
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Gatesy:
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(Screaming) You've got the keys to the city, babe!
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Scod:
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Ow, that really hurts, doesn't it?
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Gatesy:
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Ohh, yeah.
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Yon:
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Let's finish with a show tune.
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Yon:
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In comedy shows she tickled us,
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Scod:
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On ABC with Glynn Nicholas,
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Gatesy:
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I'm wondering what he's really like,
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Tripod:
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Can you tell us, Ally Whyte?
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Scod:
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I used to ramble in the park,
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Watching Shakespeare in the dark,
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Then you came and caused a spark,
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Tripod:
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You're a Midsummer Night's Dream.
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I never cared much for TV stars,
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I never cared much for Richmond bars,
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But now that you're here on Triple-R,
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I'm beginning to see you're Whyte.
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I'm beginning...
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Tripod:
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You won a green room award!
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Tripod:
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I'm beginning...
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Tripod:
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She was on Neightbours too!
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Yon:
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I'm beginning...
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Gatesy and Scod:
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We're beginning, we're beginning...
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Tripod:
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... To see you're Whyte.
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Ba-da-na-da-da-da-na,
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Ba-da-na-da-da-da-na,
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Ba-da-na-da-da-da-da,
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Tripod:
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Whyte!
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